We love being near the ocean. The fog rolling in. The tide going out, so we can walk the beach looking for shells. Or looking out the picture window and seeing the fleshy little cheeks of your 4 year old, who is “watering” the lush landscaping of the neighborhood. “David…your son! Stop him!” I call out. Dad is a lot of help, doubled over in laughter. The HOA here is so intense, I’m sure they’ll invent a new fine for peeing on the bushes.
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